Whispering Crossroads
Where roads forget which way they meant to go. Voices in the leaves; none of them yours.
Mood geography
The Blackwood
Paths shift. The forest is alive. No ritual mechanics — only places that hold weather and memory.
Hollow Cabin
On Elara’s land, pressed against the treeline. Dust, lavender, and the forest already inside the cracks.
Moonlit Glade
Open ground under a hard moon. Heat and hush. Off-board treats live here — not on this page.
Elara’s Spring
Clear cold rising from root-dark earth. Grandmother’s place. A kindness the wood still allows.
Obsidian River
Black water over stone. It does not forgive, and it does not explain.
Mirror Lake
Still enough to show what you brought with you. Ripples arrive before you hear the step.
Heartgrove
Where the wood thickens into intention. Not a destination you mark on a map.
Briarvale yew / Forest Altar
Weathered stone, wilted offerings. The village’s uneasy handshake with what watches from the trees.